“Inside her halo of ways
You grew through your awkward stage
Into the whispering hills of Tennessee
A childhood bloomed and then passed
You grew to find her at last
To follow love into her
Hills of Tennessee

You were blind before her
Gained sight to see her
Inside these willows arms
He was fine before her
But now he’d die without her
Inside these arms

Inside these hills
The Hills of Tennessee

Laying under poplar trees
Inside her warm summer breeze
Her hand inside your hand
Upon her floral belly
Beyond any shadow of doubt
You had learned to live on without
Now your love can rise into her
Hills of Tennessee

You were blind before her
You gained sight to see her
Inside these willows arms
He was fine before her
But now he’d die without her
Inside these arms
You were fine before her
But now you’d die without her
Inside these arms
He was fine before her
But now he’d die without her
Inside these arms

Inside these hills
The Hills of Tennessee ”